"Allen told me he felt that having only one floating city in the world drifting all alone in the sky was rather lonely." Owen's gaze slowly swept across the faces of the wizards. "So I would like to ask for everyone's opinion. Would you also like to arrange for a region of your own to rise into the air? If my son becomes President of the International Confederation of Wizards, then he is willing to take on this responsibility, regularly setting aside time to assist certain countries in completing it, so that our entire Magical World can enjoy this qualitative leap and progress."
Owen's words were like a depth charge dropped into the water, setting off a tremendous uproar and making the previously quiet dining room quiet no longer.
This condition was completely beyond these wizards' expectations: the floating city was unique in the entire world, a technology possessed solely by the United Kingdom—or even, one could say, by the House of Harris. And the recent output of the floating city had already proven that the United Kingdom could rely on this technology to monopolize multiple industries.
That was also the main reason the United Kingdom had been viewed with hostility by others. And now, without any warning, after the counterattacks and sanctions carried out by other countries had been endured by the United Kingdom and had basically existed in name only, it was actually willing instead to help other countries build floating cities.
Compared with the enormous benefits of floating-city technology, the position of President of the International Confederation of Wizards was hardly worth mentioning. One could even say it was only natural.
Some wizards could hardly wait to finalize agreements with Owen. Some were so excited that they stood up, thinking this "utterly selfless" minister had lost his